My husband belongs to a (male only) choir. Yesterday, while attending a function at which the choir was singing, the wife of another choir member asked me if I would come along to the next men’s choir practice night and ‘help with supper’. I simply answered, ‘No. thankyou.’
She looked surprised and said, ‘Pardon?’
I repeated the ‘No’ part of my original answer and then added, ‘I don’t do that.’
She was stunned. She finally just gave a little laugh and walked off.
(Hate to think what she might have said about me later!)
But, honestly – if the men are big enough to go out at night and enjoy themselves singing together, why should they expect supper to be served afterwards ‘by the little women’?
If they need supper after their singing, let them make it themselves…Please!
What I really wanted to say was, ‘Let them get their own supper!’ But I was too chicken!
It reminded me of a day some years ago. I was leaving a church service and as I reached the outer door, a woman approached me with a disposable plate.
‘Here’s an empty plate which we'd like you to please fill with some home cooked goodies for the church fete next Saturday,’ accompanied the proffered plate.
‘Oh, you wouldn’t want anything I cooked,’ was my pathetic reply as I refused the plate.
Not one man was offered an empty plate.
This is the twenty-first century for heaven’s sake!
We still have a long way to go before equality even looks like being a reality in some places.
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